Tides

 

I'm not broken,

there is still life

flowing inside.

Rivers rushing,

open and wide,

like my arms,

for all that need hugs.

I'm not shattered in pieces,

too cracked to be fixed.

I'm just bruised,

from some of

life's harsher kicks.

 

I'm not broken,

I'm building,

I'm learning, I'm growing

like a flower

whose petals

are not yet showing.

I'm not gathering dust,

crushed under the rubbish tip crust.

I'm finding my own unique

brand of magic stardust.

 

I'm not broken,

I may talk of hurt,

I may wail at times, I've cried a lot,

I've failed and fallen, but what I've not,

is stopped and I'll never give up.

I may have cracked edges,

torn pages,

aches and strains

from clinging on tightly

to so many high ledges,

but I'm not broken.

Just watching the oceans,

knowing.

that the tides

will always keep flowing.

 

 

 

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